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At Odds With The World
by Mary -BrytEyz- Ball (Age: 38)
copyright 05-08-2006


Age Rating: 16 to 127

 
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“F*cking White Trash B*tch!” he bellowed

as he slammed the door behind him

In a whirlwind of confusion and hurt

she stood there a moment, dumbfounded

What unleashed this abusive barrage

of hateful words was hardly avoidable

An angry man bent and determined

on being at odds with the world he hated



He let slight idiosyncrasies stack up

and waited for them to topple over in a mess

He insisted the two cats made the house smell

of some sort of foul wafting odors

He complained that the towels sat too long

in the wash and now wreak of mold

He whined that the socks remained un-matched

and yet he did not do it himself



He ordered his eldest to mow the lawn

and often times found fault with the result

He commanded the children wash the dishes

and moaned if some weren’t perfect

He barked orders and commanded

obligatory respect from the subjects below him

Obvious disdain for all others

forcibly graced with his ever ominous presence



“Dave calls HIS wife a b*tch all the time,”

he informed days earlier in feigned disgust

“But I would never do that... I never have!”

came his emphatic self-righteous drivel

“I love my wife more than that,” he lied

and prescribed sugar coated bitter horse pills

She searched his eyes for signs of truth,

never quite able to distinguish Jekyl from Hyde



They both greeted the day with a weighty sickness

that started the day before

Sore throats, stuffy noses, sinuses stuffed

that nearly pushed their eyes of their heads

Aching joints, hot tea, and whispered everything

the signs of two truly sick individuals

Coughing, hacking, quarantining the children

within the “safety” of their bedrooms



When he earlier rose to vacuum,

she too rose to fold some of the laundry washed

He insisted she return to resting

as sickness would surely take it’s toll on her

Reluctantly and appreciatively she reclined upon the couch,

grateful for the respite

Little did she know of the storm

that silently stirred just beneath the surface



Later he ordered the children outside,

impatience waiting to bust at the seams

With some coaxing they left the comfort

of video games and television

Finding alternate activities to occupy

their attention and fill their minds

For a moment, his brewing anger cajoled

into a temporary remission



Seeking some sort of release,

he vents at being unable to be wholly in control

The laundry isn’t done right, immediately,

ironed, or folded to his liking

The dryer has too much lint,

there are clothes too close to the water heater

The litter box stinks, even though it

and the cats are confined to the basement



The living room, vacuumed by his eldest

the past three times, not done often enough

The house is a disaster,

or so one would gather from his off handed remarks

“Call your brother and have him get his ass home!”

he shouted to his youngest

Obediently, he dialed the number

as trembling fingers and lips betrayed his fear



“You have to come home now... Dad said,”

he told his older brother on the phone

“Ok, but I’m at my friend Josh’s and

it will be a bit” came the unheard reply

Assuming the worst due to the blank

expression on the little boys face

He grabbed the phone and shouted,

“Get your f*cking ass home - right now!”



“That was unnecessary,” she began

as motherly instincts began to take over

“Bullshit!” he cut her off

before common sense escaped from her lips

“I’m tired of people not listening to me,

nobody ever f*cking listens to me!”

And so began the inevitable,

the snowball gained momentum once again



“I’m too f*cking nice, that’s what I am,”

came the all too familiar speech

“This is my house and it’s about time

people start listening to me... pig sty!”

“It’s not a mess to YOU,” he begins

with the hurtful and personal attacks

“You grew up like this, I did NOT!”

seething self-righteousness with every word



“Maybe you like it like this, but I don’t,”

started the second wave of prodding quips

“I can’t stand this place, it’s a f*cking hell hole!”

he drove the blade in deeper

“You’re just like your mother!”

came the final straw, watching for repercussions

Try as she might, the damn of emotion

was sometimes too heavy a burden to bear



“If you like your Mom’s so much better,

then go live with her!” flew her retort

and like a cat waiting to pounce on it’s prey

the onslaught of pent up frustration began

For reasons unbeknownst to her,

it seemed he was relieved to let loose the assailment

She trembled and didn’t quite understand

why she was suddenly at peace



The worst was over and the monster

had retreated from the scene he’d created

She was left to sift through the remnants

of a broken romance and wondered

If it was worth it to desperately piece together

fragments that no longer seemed to fit

Holding the head of her youngest

close to her breast in a useless attempt to comfort



“F*cking White Trash Bitch!”

his words echoed in the canyons of her mind

In a whirlwind of hurt feelings

she wondered if it wouldn’t be better this way

What unleashed this abusive barrage

of hateful words was the truth he felt

An angry man bent and determined

on being at odds with the world she loved


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07-07-2006 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

(Sigh) I'm sorry you can identify with it so much... and there is no need to say anything... not saying anything said it all... HUGS hun... and thanks for reading it and for the points. I'm here if you ever need to talk!


07-07-2006 Tammy Frascona    

I do not wish to comment on this one. i would have pages if I started.


05-20-2006 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

Thanks guys... There are so many stories to tell, so many tales being told, so many lives being lived. Just sit a moment on a crowded city street and look intently into each of the faces passing by. They each have a story... many in fact. "What's their story?" I often wonder. What's YOURS?

Thank you, Aunt BJ, for the comforting and complimentary words. If someone I think so highly of thinks that much of my work... I am truly blessed.

Thank you too, Richard, for your opinion matters to me very much. Come to expect? Oh... I hope I don't let you down! I will ever try to live up to whatever your expectations may be. :-)


05-19-2006 Richard Reed Jr    

It takes no masculinity to push around some weaker than you are. Guys like this are cowards and would run from real man. They all get theirs sooner or later.

That was unique and great style of wring, which is what I've come to expect from you. And you never let me down.

Thanks for a good read,

Rich


05-17-2006 BJ Niktabe    

Mary, makes me want to give you a big hug...(((hug))) This is a really touching one. I can feel the hurt, I can imagine myself ducking as the hurtful words are slung at me. You amaze me at your ability to pull the reader into the driver's seat! Good job! Love ya!


05-10-2006 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

Thanks, David. Can I post it in both the poetry section AND the short story section? Just wondering. If I can, then I will at your suggestion... because I highly value everything you have to say, suggest, or proffer! :-)

And, yes, sad but true. There are too many people in the world like this, and all too often the victim in the family must listen time and again to friends, family, neighbors, and more say over and over just how wonderful Mr. Hyde is, and just how great a father he is, and just how luck SHE is to be married to him. And she? She sits and smiles, and nods, and plays her part... and cries in silence, and dies a little every day inside. Sigh...

Thank you for commenting. I'm glad it touched you.


05-09-2006 David Pekrul    

This is a great and well-written story; kept my attention to the very end. Perhaps it should be put in the story section of the site as well.
This story makes me wonder just how many families have a man like this, and how seldom we realize it, even when we meet him. Some people are so good at living a double-life, like Jekel and Hyde.
Me? I just do what my wife tells me. Life is easier that way. lol


05-09-2006 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

Thank you so much, Regina! Your "non-comment" meant the world to me. Thank you so very much!!!


05-09-2006 Regina Pate    

I read this story through and through and so many comments came to mind but once I got all the way through somehow nothing I thought seemed to matter. You covered all the basis, you summed it up, that's pretty much what happens when somebody gets dump, all the questions were answered, all the confusion cleared up. With plain simple everyday conversation, you told everyone whats up. I love your openess, and your honesty, and not holding back the hostility, this is the cold ugly truth, not just the facts and this is someones reality, not just a statistic, so all those words I was gonna say, I seemed to forget, and so now I must say I have no comment, Great write,good job, thanks

Regina


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